Everything seems to be boiling, shouting and smiling. The moon is clear, the sunset is warm and the smoke on the roof is dancing.
The leaves quietly put on new clothes, gold or red. Orchards, forests, look, a large area. Step on it, lie down, pick two pieces as bookmarks, take two pieces as souvenirs, walk a few steps and sweep a few piles of fallen leaves. The wind is rustling and the leaves are rustling.
Peaches, pears, persimmons, you won't let me, I won't let you, they are all full of fruits. Pink is like rouge, yellow is like gold, and red is like lanterns. The air is full of attractive fruit fragrance; Close your eyes, your mouth seems to be full of sweet juice. Under the tree, farmers' uncles were busy harvesting, and cheerful laughter spread to the horizon. Chrysanthemums also join in the fun: in the field, in the garden, huge and petite, like an autumn date, in high spirits.
"Untie three autumn leaves", yes, like sweeping autumn leaves with a broom. The wind is full of the smell of golden wheat waves, mixed with the smell of sweat, and the smell of various fruits, which set off a harvest movement. These geese are going to fly to the south for the winter. They are arranged in herringbone in the sky for a while, and then in words, flying over mountains and rivers and water, so that everyone who is ready to go home can think about it. The open space in front of and behind the house is also full of golden grain stacks at this time.
The rain is a little cold, an autumn rain and a cold. Don't worry. Listen, like wind chimes, like knocking, like clapping, gently and quietly playing, playing a harmonious autumn movement. The brighter the leaves, the yellower the yellow, and the stream is flowing happily. Cooking at night, the smoke curling up, and the attractive rice fragrance came to my face, which made people who were rushing home more anxious. In cities, railway tracks and buses, there are countless people who are sleepy in the rain, and others walk alone on the road with umbrellas and ponchos. Rows of their houses were silent in the rain.
There are more curved figures in the field and more children running on the ridge. In the suburbs of the city, every family, old and young, are rushing home. They are all on their way home. Take care of the children, bring gifts, repay the elders and do your due filial piety. "I miss my relatives twice during the festive season." In this season, I have more thoughts and more concerns.
Autumn, like a postman delivering parcels, brings everyone a gift of harvest. It's busy.
Autumn is like a middle-aged man, mature and steady, smiling and diligent.
Autumn is like a Taoist, with gentle eyes and eyebrows, which show us the true meaning of life.
2. Imitate Zhu Ziqing's Spring with about 300 words. Looking forward to, looking forward to, far away, the footsteps of autumn are near.
Everything seems to be boiling, shouting and smiling. Moonlight, warm sunset, rooftop dance.
The leaves quietly put on new clothes, new or new. Orchards, forests, look, a large area.
Step on it, lie down, pick two pieces as bookmarks, take two pieces as souvenirs, walk a few steps and sweep a few piles of fallen leaves. Yes, leaves are flowing.
Pear tree, you won't let me, I won't let you, it's full of fruits to catch. Pink is like rouge, yellow is like gold, and red is like lanterns.
The air is full of attractive fruit fragrance; Close your eyes, your mouth seems to be full of sweet juice. Farmers are busy harvesting under the trees, and cheerful laughter has spread to the horizon.
Chrysanthemums also join in the fun: in the field, in the garden, huge and petite, like an autumn date, really. "Untie three autumn leaves", yes, like autumn leaf sweeping.
The wind is full of golden smell, mixed with the smell of sweat, and the fragrance of various fruits, making a harvest movement. The geese are going to fly to the south for the winter. For a while, they will form a herringbone in the sky and fly on the water for a while, so that everyone who wants to go home can think about it.
The open space in front of and behind the house is also full of golden grain stacks at this time. The rain is a little cold.
Don't worry. Listen, like, like, like, like, playing softly and quietly, playing a harmonious autumn movement.
The brighter and yellower the leaves are, the happier the stream is. When cooking at night, the attractive smell of rice comes to the nose, which makes people who are rushing home more anxious.
In cities, streets and buses, countless people are sleepy in the rain, and others are walking alone on the road with umbrellas. Their house, their house, was silent in the rain.
Autumn, like parcel delivery, brings everyone a gift of harvest. It's busy. Autumn is like, mature and steady, smiling and diligent.
Like autumn, there are gentle eyes and eyebrows, which take us to appreciate the true meaning of life. Adopt me.
3. Zhu Ziqing's "Spring is expecting, expecting, the hot summer has finally passed, and the footsteps of autumn are approaching.
Autumn is crisp and the sky is high and the clouds are light. Fruits are ripe, crickets are chirping and the weather is cool.
Grass has not completely disappeared from the earth, it is still green. In the garden, in the field.
Look, one piece is full. The children ran and jumped, somersaulted, picked up some fallen fruits and threw them at each other to see who could throw them farther and more accurately.
The weather is cool and the grass is green. Sweet-scented osmanthus trees, maple trees and evergreen trees are lush, deep in style, distinctive in temperament and full of elegance, golden, agate red and emerald green, just like paintings carefully drawn by painters.
Birds are busy migrating and ants are collecting winter rations. Daisy, a bunch of red petunias, at first glance, yes: orange, purple, competing for beauty, spread in the flower bed, like a carpet, smiling at the autumn wind! "Falling red is not heartless. Turning into spring mud will protect flowers!" Yes, it will become the spring mud that nourishes the earth and is not attached to the prosperity of the branches.
Autumn rain falls on red and yellow leaves, and on colorful leaves mixed with green and yellow. Luxurious maple leaves, delicate evergreen leaves, ordinary shaved leaves … they become more gorgeous under the baptism of autumn rain.
The fruit on the tree is maturing, and the fruit farmers in the field are busier. In urban and rural areas, workers, students, children and the elderly all come out to enjoy the beautiful scenery, relax, watch autumn colors, collect specimens and do their own things.
"A hard work, a harvest", hard work, in exchange for harvest, full of joy. Autumn is like the god of color, which makes the colors of plants gradually thicken.
Autumn, like the god of harvest, has brought countless fruits to people. Autumn is like a god of joy, bringing people the joy of harvest.
The footsteps of spring (imitating Zhu Ziqing's Spring) In the world shrouded in severe winter, we are looking forward to the arrival of spring. Spring is coming.
Inadvertently, I found that the spores of mulberry trees on the roadside stood up, the long-lost swallows began to fly, and the wheat in the terraced fields on the mountain became greener. Everything seemed to wake up, and I opened my eyes with joy.
Elephant trunk mountain is moist, Yongjiang Longxi rises, and the sky is red. At night, I seem to hear someone's footsteps, rushing past the window, with hope, firmness and cold chill.
During the day, looking for spring. The grass quietly poked its head out of the soil, stretched itself and looked around.
Grass was shy and bowed her head. The crystal dew sparkled, and that was his naughty eyes. Winter has not completely passed, and the grass in the wind is trembling; A few days later, tender, yellow, light green and green, like jade, covered ditches, roadsides, streams and houses.
So Chun smiled boldly at us. Green hangs on the branches, and green scatters the footprints we have traveled; The green waterfall seems to be flowing, as if laughing, dragging down from the mountain and putting it down.
In ten days, the grass will come to us all over the place: all over the mountains, full of green. The green hanging from the high Wangchuan Mountain is quietly basking in the sun.
On both sides of the Yongjiang River, a large area of green is a grassy carpet. Rows of trees behind the school are green swords pointing to the sky.
It can be said that the spring breeze is green and the wife is on the river bank. The wind is quiet and the grass is soft.
The peach trees behind our house have pink petals that keep blooming, one by one. Flowers, you squeeze me, I squeeze you, just like rushing to the scene.
In spring, pink peach blossoms moisten the sky and cover it. Whose yard is also full of apricot blossoms and pear blossoms, peach blossoms are like fire, apricot blossoms are like chardonnay, and pear blossoms are like snow, which makes people dizzying and lingering.
The clouds in the sky are light and the wind is light, and the flowers are overflowing, attracting bees and butterflies to chase and dance among the flowers. The breeze is blowing, and the pink peach blossoms are falling, swirling and flying everywhere.
Butterflies and flowers, no one can tell who is who: flying butterflies are falling peach blossoms and pear blossoms, and falling peach blossoms and pear blossoms are flying butterflies. Wildflowers are everywhere, dotted in the grass like peach blossoms, apricot blossoms and pear blossoms.
The spring breeze is intoxicating. Monk Zhi Nan said: Blowing noodles is not cold.
I said: the wind blows flowers and falls in spring. The breeze blows, the young trees shake their heads, the grass bends and the stream keeps laughing.
The wind brought the smell of earth, the delicious grass and the flowers. Soft sunshine and wind touch you, hug you and kiss you.
You are so happy, and your name is song for you the bird. The kingfisher is crisp and rippling among the breeze, green trees and running water.
Swallows go through the Woods and hover in the sky. As the sun sets, a shepherd boy plays piccolo and walks through the green hills.
So the smoke curled up, night fell, idle people released light music, and flowers were brewing in the slightly humid air. Spring rain flies to you inadvertently.
Rain, as thin as fog, floats quietly between heaven and earth, like a layer of milk on a thin leaf, like a veil. Rain-soaked leaves, green eyes; In the breeze, the flowers and leaves are swaying; In the ethereal world, people seem to walk in the sky.
After that, it began to rain heavily, like cow hair, dense and woven obliquely; Rain is like an embroidery needle, and the distant mountains and Yongjiang River are beautiful landscapes embroidered by Tiannv with her beautiful hands. Looking up at the sky, I can't see the source of rain.
Only white raindrops scattered and gathered into small drops on the leaves. Small drops of water slipped quietly from the leaves, and the leaves trembled slightly.
Rain feet on the river, like shallow laughter, are countless. At this time, the night is already low, and a little light is posted on the distant mountain, like two Jin Ju flowers; If you cross the Qijiang Bridge by car, chrysanthemums will become dancing golden butterflies.
Standing in the Wangjiang Pavilion of Fule Temple, Xiangshan Bridge, the water of Longxi River and the green fields on both sides of Qijiang River, I am immersed in happiness and tranquility. A girl who is single-clothed, like a moving flower, like a poem; Pedestrians walking slowly with umbrellas, farmers returning home late in Dai Li and birds returning home happily constitute the most beautiful rhythm in spring.
Sparse rain, sparse houses, long rivers and rolling mountains are silent in the rain. Spring is coming.
During the day, there will be several kites on the mountain, like big butterflies; It is like a fish swimming in white clouds, and it is like a leaf resting on a treeless tree. On the flat ground and lawn, people of all ages are soon crowded with people.
Less chasing.
Write a composition of about 300 words about spring. The campus is full of spring, and the beauty of the campus is really beautiful.
Today, the teacher led us to the campus to enjoy the beautiful scenery and experience the spring scenery. We came to the orchard in the west of the campus, and the fragrance of the soil was refreshing. What we see is a yellow-green lawn. Some grass broke through the ground and sprouted green shoots, while others were still yellow. At this moment, I suddenly saw several colorful pearls on every meadow. I leaned down to watch carefully. Oh, it turns out that dew is dotted on the tip of the leaf, crystal clear, and it looks unusually brilliant under the sunshine. I leaned over and looked. I saw all the blue buds on the tree with red spots. Is it red dew or unbroken fruit? No, it's not. It's a budding peach blossom bud. Look, the bud is small and lovely. The top of the bud has cracked a crack, and a bud is trying to drill out, as if eager to see this wonderful world. With the sound of "Didi Didi", I came to the campus "hall"-fountain. The water in the swimming pool is clear and cold. Small fish play freely in heaven. They drilled around in the crevices of the stone. You are avoiding me, as if you were playing hide-and-seek. In the center of the pool is a lifelike rockery. There is a golden pagoda on the top of the mountain, which is very beautiful under the sunlight. There are two old people playing chess halfway up the mountain. Look at their preoccupation, and they can't tell who wins or loses. There is a Koizumi's eye on the mountainside, and crystal beads of water are constantly emerging. At the foot of the mountain, there is an old fisherman with a hat in one hand and a fishing rod in the other. Seeing his smile, he must have gained a lot. There are thousands of weeds like windmills at the foot of the mountain, so it is also called graptopetalum. At this time, a gust of wind blew, the blue waves rippled and the windmill turned, adding a lot of vitality to the pool. There are many flowers and plants around the fountain, including pink roses in red and white roses in yellow ... butterflies and bees are dancing and singing in the flowers and grass. Decorate the fountain more beautifully. Look, how beautiful the golden yellow tree next to the fountain is! There are thousands of gestures, some grinning and looking up at the blue sky, as if they were happy for the beautiful scenery of spring; Some flowers are in full bloom like trumpet, as if playing a touching Spring Festival song; Some hide under branches and leaves, like shy girls; There are flowers and bones, just like little yellow lanterns. Trumpets played, girls danced and lights flashed, just like a band singing the praises of this colorful spring. A faint fragrance wafted through the campus, and echoed in the campus for a long time with the sound of reading. Ah! Spring is full of hope, vitality and joy. I love this colorful spring, and I love this beautiful and lovely campus more! How beautiful the campus is in spring!
5. Imitate Zhu Ziqing's "Spring" and write a good "Spring" in 300 words. Look forward to, look forward to. The hot summer has finally passed, and the footsteps of autumn are approaching.
Autumn is crisp and the sky is high and the clouds are light. Fruits are ripe, crickets are chirping and the weather is cool.
Grass has not completely disappeared from the earth, it is still green. In the garden, in the field, like the hair of an old man, piece by piece. However, the children still had a good time: little boys, running and jumping, turned a few somersaults to pick up some fallen fruits and threw them at each other to see who could throw them farther and more accurately. Little girls, get together and play house happily! The weather is cool, it is grass green, and some are yellow.
Osmanthus trees, maple trees and evergreen trees are lush, deep in style, distinctive in temperament, full of elegant demeanor, golden yellow, agate red and emerald green, just like pictures carefully drawn by painters. I don't think even the best painter can paint such beautiful scenery. Birds are busy migrating and ants are collecting winter rations. Daisy, a bunch of red petunias, at first glance, yes: orange, purple, competing for beauty, spread in the flower bed, like a carpet, smiling at the autumn wind!
"Falling red is not heartless. Turning into spring mud will protect flowers!" Yes, leaves will turn into spring mud to nourish the earth, and will not be attached to the prosperity of branches, paving the way for the next generation and contributing the best nutrients to the next generation. Autumn rain falls on red leaves, yellow leaves and yellow-green mixed colored leaves, and then falls on the ground, nourishing the earth. The rich leaves also seem to have drunk enough water and "nodded" with satisfaction under the autumn wind. Luxurious maple leaves, delicate evergreen leaves, ordinary shaved leaves … they become more gorgeous under the baptism of autumn rain.
The fruit on the tree is maturing, and the fruit farmers in the field are busier. In urban and rural areas, workers, students, children and the elderly all come out to enjoy the beautiful scenery, relax, watch autumn colors, collect specimens and do their own things. "A hard work, a harvest", hard work, in exchange for harvest, full of joy.
Autumn is like the god of color, which makes sorghum turn red, rice turn yellow, and sweet potatoes also sneak out their gray heads from the ground. What a color! Such a beautiful autumn!
Autumn, like the god of harvest, brings many fruits to people. Persimmon's red face is like the sun in the green leaves.
Autumn is like a god of joy, bringing people the joy of harvest. Bring children the joy of autumn, play with autumn and taste the sweetness of autumn, as sweet as a girl!
6. Looking forward to, looking forward to, the spring rain is coming, and the pace of spring is approaching. Everything seems to be boiling, shouting and smiling. The water is getting warmer, the air is getting sweeter and butterflies are scrambling to dance. Willow quietly put on new clothes, light green, embellishment. Look at the lake and the garden. They are both very big. Tilt. Wicker is very soft. Begonia, Sophora japonica, wisteria, you won't let me, I won't let you, all competing to bloom. Pink is like rouge, white is like snowflake, and purple is like a gem. The air is filled with faint or rich fragrance, which is like incense to the whole earth. Close your eyes, you can feel the petals brushing your cheeks, and your memory seems to stay here, such a blooming season, such a blooming season.
7. Imitate the full text of Spring and write a 300-word composition on Winter. There are four seasons in a year, and each season has different scenery. I like the magnificent scenery when it snows in winter best. In winter, people seem to have come to an elegant and quiet realm of heavy snow and a crystal clear fairy tale world. The fragrance of pine and the ice fragrance of snow give people a cool and shining comfort. Everything is filtering, everything is sublimating, and even my heart is purifying and becoming pure and beautiful.
The snow at dusk, deeply cut, seems to be inextricably linked with emotions, and it is as turbulent as sea water, which can drown everything, and there is a sense of * * * like uncovering the head and tail. Snowflakes are colorful and crystal clear, like soldiers in battle, wearing silver armor, and like pieces of white sails sailing. ...
The scenery in the snow is magnificent, and there is no difference between heaven and earth. I can only see a piece of silver, as if the whole world is decorated with silver.
After the snow, the world is decorated with continuous white snow, with lush foliage and jade. This is a gratifying scene of heavy snow.
I love snow, I love snow scenes, and I love winter more. Winter is the ring of the soul. Although winter is very cold, it has incomparable warmth and hope.
What a beautiful scenery! I can't help feeling. The first ray of sunshine in the morning came, and the scenery after the snow was so beautiful. No matter far or near, the smoke is filled. I can't believe my eyes. Such a small mountain village has such beautiful scenery.
In the distance, it is a world shrouded in layers of fog and cold, and some naughty young trees are faintly visible, as if playing hide-and-seek with us. From a distance, it is simply a fairyland on earth; The willows by the river hold their heads high and are covered with fluffy shiny silver bars, as if wearing bright winter clothes, which looks so vibrant. Not far away, on the red brick house, wisps of kitchen smoke floated out like a gentle silver belt, bringing the happiness of this village to every corner of the world; Countless shining little stars fell before my eyes. It is intermittent snow foam, dancing happily with the wind. In the sun, it can be said to be a fairy tale.
I put on my coat and came to a cool and beautiful world. I felt a chill, with a little smell of snowflakes. What a beautiful country! What a beautiful home!
8.300 words imitate Zhu Ziqing's "Spring is expecting, expecting, the hot summer has finally passed, and the footsteps of autumn are approaching.
Autumn is crisp and the sky is high and the clouds are light. Fruits are ripe, crickets are chirping and the weather is cool.
Grass has not completely disappeared from the earth, it is still green. In the garden, in the field.
Look, one piece is full. The children ran and jumped, somersaulted, picked up some fallen fruits and threw them at each other to see who could throw them farther and more accurately.
The weather is cool and the grass is green. Sweet-scented osmanthus trees, maple trees and evergreen trees are lush, deep in style, distinctive in temperament and full of elegance, golden, agate red and emerald green, just like paintings carefully drawn by painters.
Birds are busy migrating and ants are collecting winter rations. Daisy, a bunch of red petunias, at first glance, yes: orange, purple, competing for beauty, spread in the flower bed, like a carpet, smiling at the autumn wind! "Falling red is not heartless. Turning into spring mud will protect flowers!" Yes, it will become the spring mud that nourishes the earth and is not attached to the prosperity of the branches.
Autumn rain falls on red and yellow leaves, and on colorful leaves mixed with green and yellow. Luxurious maple leaves, delicate evergreen leaves, ordinary shaved leaves … they become more gorgeous under the baptism of autumn rain.
The fruit on the tree is maturing, and the fruit farmers in the field are busier. In urban and rural areas, workers, students, children and the elderly all come out to enjoy the beautiful scenery, relax, watch autumn colors, collect specimens and do their own things.
"A hard work, a harvest", hard work, in exchange for harvest, full of joy. Autumn is like the god of color, which makes the colors of plants gradually thicken.
Autumn, like the god of harvest, has brought countless fruits to people. Autumn is like a god of joy, bringing people the joy of harvest.
The footsteps of spring (imitating Zhu Ziqing's Spring) In the world shrouded in severe winter, we are looking forward to the arrival of spring. Spring is coming.
Inadvertently, I found that the spores of mulberry trees on the roadside stood up, the long-lost swallows began to fly, and the wheat in the terraced fields on the mountain became greener. Everything seemed to wake up, and I opened my eyes with joy.
Elephant trunk mountain is moist, Yongjiang Longxi rises, and the sky is red. At night, I seem to hear someone's footsteps, rushing past the window, with hope, firmness and cold chill.
During the day, looking for spring. The grass quietly poked its head out of the soil, stretched itself and looked around.
Grass was shy and bowed her head. The crystal dew sparkled, and that was his naughty eyes. Winter has not completely passed, and the grass in the wind is trembling; A few days later, tender, yellow, light green and green, like jade, covered ditches, roadsides, streams and houses.
So Chun smiled boldly at us. Green hangs on the branches, and green scatters the footprints we have traveled; The green waterfall seems to be flowing, as if laughing, dragging down from the mountain and putting it down.
In ten days, the grass will come to us all over the place: all over the mountains, full of green. The green hanging from the high Wangchuan Mountain is quietly basking in the sun.
On both sides of the Yongjiang River, a large area of green is a grassy carpet. Rows of trees behind the school are green swords pointing to the sky.
It can be said that the spring breeze is green and the wife is on the river bank. The wind is quiet and the grass is soft.
The peach trees behind our house have pink petals that keep blooming, one by one. Flowers, you squeeze me, I squeeze you, just like rushing to the scene.
In spring, pink peach blossoms moisten the sky and cover it. Whose yard is also full of apricot blossoms and pear blossoms, peach blossoms are like fire, apricot blossoms are like chardonnay, and pear blossoms are like snow, which makes people dizzying and lingering.
The clouds in the sky are light and the wind is light, and the flowers are overflowing, attracting bees and butterflies to chase and dance among the flowers. The breeze is blowing, and the pink peach blossoms are falling, swirling and flying everywhere.
Butterflies and flowers, no one can tell who is who: flying butterflies are falling peach blossoms and pear blossoms, and falling peach blossoms and pear blossoms are flying butterflies. Wildflowers are everywhere, dotted in the grass like peach blossoms, apricot blossoms and pear blossoms.
The spring breeze is intoxicating. Monk Zhi Nan said: Blowing noodles is not cold.
I said: the wind blows flowers and falls in spring. The breeze blows, the young trees shake their heads, the grass bends and the stream keeps laughing.
The wind brought the smell of earth, the delicious grass and the flowers. Soft sunshine and wind touch you, hug you and kiss you.
You are so happy, and your name is song for you the bird. The kingfisher is crisp and rippling among the breeze, green trees and running water.
Swallows go through the Woods and hover in the sky. As the sun sets, a shepherd boy plays piccolo and walks through the green hills.
So the smoke curled up, night fell, idle people released light music, and flowers were brewing in the slightly humid air. Spring rain flies to you inadvertently.
Rain, as thin as fog, floats quietly between heaven and earth, like a layer of milk on a thin leaf, like a veil. Rain-soaked leaves, green eyes; In the breeze, the flowers and leaves are swaying; In the ethereal world, people seem to walk in the sky.
After that, it began to rain heavily, like cow hair, dense and woven obliquely; Rain is like an embroidery needle, and the distant mountains and Yongjiang River are beautiful landscapes embroidered by Tiannv with her beautiful hands. Looking up at the sky, I can't see the source of rain.
Only white raindrops scattered and gathered into small drops on the leaves. Small drops of water slipped quietly from the leaves, and the leaves trembled slightly.
Rain feet on the river, like shallow laughter, are countless. At this time, the night is already low, and a little light is posted on the distant mountain, like two Jin Ju flowers; If you cross the Qijiang Bridge by car, chrysanthemums will become dancing golden butterflies.
Standing in the Wangjiang Pavilion of Fule Temple, Xiangshan Bridge, the water of Longxi River and the green fields on both sides of Qijiang River, I am immersed in happiness and tranquility. A girl who is single-clothed, like a moving flower, like a poem; Pedestrians walking slowly with umbrellas, farmers returning home late in Dai Li and birds returning home happily constitute the most beautiful rhythm in spring.
Sparse rain, sparse houses, long rivers and rolling mountains are silent in the rain. Spring is coming.
During the day, there will be several kites on the mountain, like big butterflies; It is like a fish swimming in white clouds, and it is like a leaf resting on a treeless tree. On the flat ground and lawn, people of all ages are soon crowded with people.
Less chasing.